Song of Solomon 7:7 ASV

⁵  Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the hair of thy head like purple; The king is held captive in the tresses 'thereof'.

⁶  How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!

⁷  This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to its clusters.

⁸  I said, I will climb up into the palm-tree, I will take hold of the branches thereof: Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, And the smell of thy breath like apples,

⁹  And thy mouth like the best wine, That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, Gliding through the lips of those that are asleep.